I lift my eyes up to the mountains
Where does my help come from
My help comes from You
Maker of heaven, creator of the earth
Oh how I need you LORD
You are my only hope
You're my only prayer
So I will wait for you
To come and rescue me
Come and give me life
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

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